‘Oh Jingle darling, could it be tomorrow?’ Connie implored. ‘It’s not often my oldest, oldest lover comes to see me.’ He had forgotten her voice. She played with it constantly, pitching it at all odd levels. ‘I’ll give you a whole free hour, dear, all to himself: will you? One of my dunderheads,’ she explained to Smiley, long before the boy was out of earshot. ‘I still teach, I don’t know why. George,’ she murmured, watching him proudly across the room as he took the sherry bottle from his briefcase and filled two glasses. ‘Of all the lovely darling men I ever knew. He walked,’ she explained to the spaniel. ‘Look at his boots. Walked all the way from London, didn’t you, George? Oh bless, God bless.’
It was hard for her to drink. Her arthritic fingers were turned downward as if they had all been broken in the same accident, and her arm was stiff. ‘Did you walk alone, George?’ she asked, fishing a loose cigarette from her blazer pocket. ‘Not accompanied, were we?’
He lit the cigarette for her and she held it like a peashooter, fingers along the top, then watched him down the line of it with her shrewd, pink eyes. ‘So what does he want from Connie, you bad boy?’
‘Her memory.’
‘What part?’
‘We’re going back over some old ground.’
‘Hear that, Flush?’ she yelled to the spaniel. ‘First they chuck us out with an old bone then they come begging to us. Which ground, George?’
‘I’ve brought a letter for you from Lacon. He’ll be at his club this evening at seven. If you’re worried you’re to call him from the phone box down the road. I’d prefer you not to do that, but if you must he’ll make the necessary impressive noises.’
She had been holding him but now her hands flopped to her sides and for a good while she floated round the room, knowing the places to rest and the holds to steady her and cursing, ‘Oh damn George Smiley and all who sail in him.’ At the window, perhaps out of habit, she parted the edge of the curtain but there seemed to be nothing to distract her.
‘Oh George, damn you so,’ she muttered. ‘How could you let a Lacon in? Might as well let in the competition, while you’re about it.’
On the table lay a copy of the day’s Times, crossword uppermost. Each square was inked in laboured letters. There were no blanks.
‘Went to the footer today,’ she sang from the dark under the stairs as she cheered herself up from the trolley. ‘Lovely Will took me. My favourite dunderhead, wasn’t that super of him?’ Her little-girl voice, it went with an outrageous pout. ‘Connie got cold, George. Froze solid, Connie did, toes an’ all.’
He guessed she was crying so he fetched her from the dark and led her to the sofa. Her glass was empty so he filled it half. Side by side on the sofa they drank while Connie’s tears ran down her blazer on to his hands.
‘Oh George,’ she kept saying. ‘Do you know what she told me when they threw me out? That personnel cow?’ She was holding one point of Smiley’s collar, working it between her finger and thumb while she cheered up. ‘You know what the cow said?’ Her sergeant-major voice: ‘”You’re losing your sense of proportion, Connie. It’s time you got out into the real world.” I hate the real world, George. I like the Circus and all my lovely boys.’ She took his hands, trying to interlace her fingers with his.
‘Polyakov,’ he said quietly, pronouncing it in accordance with Tarr’s instruction, ‘Aleksey Aleksandrovich Polyakov, Cultural Attaché, Soviet Embassy London. He’s come alive again, just as you predicted.’
A car was drawing up in the road, he heard only the sound of the wheels, the engine was already switched off. Then footsteps, very lightly.
‘Janet, smuggling in her boyfriend,’ Connie whispered, her pink-rimmed eyes fixed on his while she shared his distraction. ‘She thinks I don’t know. Hear that? Metal quarters on his heels. Now wait.’ The footsteps stopped, there was a small scuffle. ‘She’s giving him the key. He thinks he works it more quietly than she can. He can’t.’ The lock turned with a heavy snap. ‘Oh you men,’ Connie breathed with a hopeless smile. ‘Oh George. Why do you have to drag up Aleks?’ And for a while she wept for Aleks Polyakov.